Masuk
The Night That Changed Everything
Carina’s POVI shouldn't be here. Not in this suite. Not in this bed. Not under him. But I am.
My back arches as his mouth grazes the curve of my collarbone, hot breath sending tremors down my spine. His touch is fire…burning away every doubt, every ounce of logic I had left. Dante Santiago is a storm I should’ve never walked into, but now I’m drowning in him.
“Say it,” he whispers against my skin. “I want you,” I breathe, even though I shouldn't.
His lips find mine, fierce and full of longing, like he’s been starving and I’m the only thing that can satisfy his hunger. I kiss him back with everything in me, pouring in years of loneliness, pain, and silent dreams I never dared to speak aloud.
My clothes vanish. He undress my clothes Skin meets skin, and he moves above me with slow intensity, groaning low as he sinks into me. My breath catches. The world fades.
It's just us. Dante and Carina. A billionaire and a waitress. A man with everything and a girl with nothing.
His hand slides into mine, fingers locking. I bite my lip as heat coils in my core. My body rises to meet his, aching, desperate. Every thrust pushes me higher, closer to a place where nothing hurts, where I matter, where I’m not just some background girl waiting tables for rich strangers.
"You feel like sin," he murmurs, his voice rough, low, possessive. "You feel like heaven," I whisper back, eyes fluttering shut.
And when I shatter beneath him, I swear it’s not just pleasure…it’s release. From the pain. From the shame. From the secret I carry inside my heart.
He holds me afterward, fingers tangled in my hair, his breath slowing against my cheek. "You’ll be gone when I wake up, won’t you?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
I nod. “This is just… tonight.” But it was never justanything, because tonight left me with something more than a memory. It left me pregnant.
Six Weeks Later
I puke for the third time that morning and slump against the cold tile of my tiny bathroom floor. I don’t need a test, I already know.
My shaking hands cradle my flat stomach. “Hi,” I said. “I guess it’s just me and you now.”
I still hear Dante’s voice in my head, the way he called me "trouble" with that teasing smirk, the way he made me feel like I mattered for one night. I told myself it meant nothing.
But now it means everything. Because he doesn’t know.He can’t know.
He’s the heir to Santiago Global, the most powerful man in the city, and I’m just the girl who served him wine in a too-tight dress. A night he probably forgot the second he stepped out of that hotel suite.
I can’t keep this baby, I can’t not keep this baby.
Tears blur my vision as I pull myself to my feet and make the hardest decision of my life.
Three Months Later
My world is paper-thin. Rent past due. Working two jobs. Avoiding mirrors because I can’t face how tired I look. My stomach’s started to show just a little. I wear oversized sweaters, hide behind shadows.
I haven't told a soul. Not even Leo, my best friend, the only one who might still care.
And certainly not Dante, Because I know what people like him do. They destroy girls like me with a smile.
That’s why I’ve stayed far away, even though I see his name on every billboard, every social media feed…posing with models, shaking hands with presidents, kissing cheeks at fancy galas.
He’s a star in a world I’ll never belong to, but fate is cruel. Because one rainy evening, as I leave my late shift, umbrella broken, belly hidden under my apron, I see him.
In the alley behind the restaurant. Talking on the phone. Alone.
His back is turned, but I’d know that posture anywhere. Broad shoulders. Perfect suit. The stormy aura that never quite leaves him.
My feet freeze, and that’s when he turns around. His gaze collides with mine, and everything inside me goes still.“Carina?” Oh no. He remembers.
She’s thinner. Paler. But her eyes...they still make something in me ache. “Carina,” I say again, stunned.She looks like she might bolt, and then she does. She runs.
I run like hell. I run with my heart racing and my stomach twisting, the baby in my womb screaming for protection. I run because this world eats girls like me alive, and Dante was never supposed to see me again.Not like this. Not with his child growing inside me.
Three Days Later
He finds me. I don’t know how he did it. But all I knew was that all billionaires like him? They have ways. He shows up outside my apartment just as I’m locking the door for my night shift.
He doesn’t look angry. He looks... confused. Raw. “We need to talk,” he said.
“I’m late,” I lie His hand stops me. “Why did you run?”“Because I don’t belong in your world,” I snap, bitterly.
“You belonged that night.” “That night was a mistake.”He flinches. I feel it in my chest.
“Is it mine?” he asks, eyes on my stomach. Everything inside me stills. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me, Carina.” His voice drops, dangerous now. “Is it mine?”
I can’t answer. I just walk away, but I know that silence screamed the truth.
Later That Night
I sit on the floor of my bedroom, tears slipping down my cheeks, one hand on my belly.
I’m losing control. He knows, Or at least he suspects…and I know Dante Santiago.
He won’t let this go.
The next morning, I wake to someone nocking on the door. I groan, shuffle to it, still in my nightshirt, my hair a mess, but when I open it… I notice it’s Dante stand there.
With Vanessa beside him. Her arms folded. Her lips curled into a smirk. “I told you she was hiding something,” Vanessa purrs.
“What’s going on?” I said. Dante’s eyes burn into mine.“We’re getting a paternity test. Today.” And just like that, my world explodes.
"The Capture"Carina's POVThey took him out of my arms before I could even call him by name. I screamed and my voice broke the shocked stillness in the cabin. The officers burst in, gun-drawn, and all cold and unrecognizable, when still holding Dante by the hands. "No! Stop! He's innocent!" I yelled, lunging forward. But big hands pushed me back, and drew me away out of his reach. I struggled, tore, kicked at all to have him near. "Carina, listen to me!" Dante shouted over the chaos. His eyes were panicked and threatening. "Don't trust anyone!" They threw him to the floor before I could utter another word, and nipped the cuffs round his wrists. He struggled, and they were too many. One policeman pushed him crudely against the door. I was running behind him screaming, crying, shaking the walls with my voice. "Dante! Please! I'll die without you!" He looked over his shoulder at me with a face wrathful and desperate. "Stay with Emily!" he yelled. Whatever, do not break you!
"The Red Message"Carina's POVMy name was spelt in blood but I was not the murderer.I had to catch my breath when I happened to see that photo on the news. Like a title, like a freaking title, blood spattered, all red and scrambled: C A R I N A. My name is, literally, my name. Guess I was cursed.I dropped the remote. “No… no, this can’t be happening.”Within a moment Dante was there, with his hand upon my shoulder. “They’re framing you.”I turned to him, my eyes wide. “They’ve already done it! The police here will take me away. For us.”With a low, tight voice, he shook his head. “I won’t let them.”And his words could not soothe the fire that burned my heart. My heart was jumping as it would faint. “Vanessa planned this. Her wish is that I should be out of the way before she is married.Dante’s jaw tightened. Then away we will go before she can play it out.We got as much as we could steal, cash, passports, a burner phone, and disappeared into the night. Each street-lamp seemed to
"The Engagement"Carina's POVWhen I saw that ring I did not even cry. I just smiled. ‘Monsters deserve each other.’”The television was flickering in the room and all became cold blue. Vanessa smiled all over the screen, and her ring was flashing like a knife. Leo, next to her, was calm, good looking, the guy who the rest of us had had our backs. Now, he’s the enemy’s groom.I didn’t even look away. I couldn't. Prideful, she looked, I said to myself, and crossed my arms. Virtually as though she has not ruined lives to achieve it.I heard the voice of Dante, low, and rough behind me. “Turn it off.”I ignored him. “No. I want to see her face. I want to have a recollection of what betrayal is like. He blushed, his wound just getting over the gun. “Carina—”She is wearing the same necklace that Alina used to wear, so I interrupted him. “She’s mocking us.”Vanessa is captured on camera as the camera zoomed in on her and she waved her hand to the media and it was as though it were touching
"Ashes of Loyalty "Dante's POVNothing burns up but guilt. That lives forever.” Even when I woke up the scent of smoke lingered. Every breath came painfully to my chest. I winked, and watched a wavering light over me. The ceiling was not burning, it was a cheap bulb hooked to a wire. I was alive. I had bandages wrapped round my ribs, and my arm in a sling. The sound of a faint beep of a heart monitor reverberated in the corner. The clinic of the broken and half-dead, which is the hiding place of Marco in the underground clinic. My voice came out rough. “How long?” Marco raised his eyes out of his desk, with a weary look. “Two days. You almost didn’t make it.” Two days. The thought of fire, of screams of Carina, the smile of Vanessa flashed through my head. “Carina?” “She’s safe,” Marco said. And she was the one who took you out of that mansion. Nearly passed out doing it.” I sighed to myself, and the burden in my breast was more than the bandages. “She should’ve left
"Broken Mirrors"Dante's POVShe raised the gun--and I acted before I thought. The noise smashed through the room like a thunderbolt. I plunged in front of Carina, and the bullet came scraping my side. Fire scalded through my ribs, piercing and lacerating. I hit the ground hard, gasping. “Dante!” Carina screamed and her voice broke. I strained myself up, holding my side. The blood was warm and thickened among my fingers. The laughter of Vanessa was the echo of the hall of shattered mirrors. Do you still believe that love will help you? she sneered with wild eyes and trembling lips. I lunged at her. I did not care that my chest throbbed with pain. I threw her on the ground and the gun went out of her hand. Through a broken window we hit, and tearing at her red dress, crashed. She struck back furiously, and her nails tore into my flesh, and her smile was wicked. You can never get me, you will never get me, hissed. “This is my story, not yours.” I pulled her by the throat,
"The Mansion of Lies"Dante's POVAnd her scream cut like a knife to my heart. I don’t think so. I just ran. My feet beat the marble, my breathing bitter in the stuffy air. The torch is flickering, cutting off the shadows, which appear to follow me. I hear all Carina--she breaks--it echoes back along the hall.“Carina!” I shout, turning the corner. Nothing but darkness. Then, a shape moves. A man leaps out at me on the flank--hooded, armed. I wrench his wrist, bang him to the wall and the gun falls to the floor. I grab it and fire once. His body drops.Another guard runs out of the corridor. I cower behind a pillar, shoot another--clean, one. The sound that follows the echo is even more silent than the echo itself.Blood pools on the marble. I step over it, heart racing. The air is smelling of smoke and Vanessa perfume. She’s close.Then I hear it--a distorted voice at a distance. You never learnt to listen, Dante.Her voice slaves through background speakers on the walls. I turn arou







